My ‘favorite’ thrift store was about the same distance from my apartment as Solar’s. In the opposite direction. It wasn’t the best. It received all the rejects from its sister store downtown. Everything was a little more out of date, a little uglier, a little more worn and broken down. It was my favorite only…

I smacked the snooze button with a groan, silencing the blaring of my alarm. My migraine wasn’t gone. I forced myself into a sitting position, doing my best to ignore how my head pulsed in agony at the movement. Without looking I grabbed the bottle of pills from my nightstand. I took another of the…

I winced against the afternoon sunlight as we left the government building. I dug my sunglasses out of my bag, hoping the shade would buy me some time before the aura became a full migraine. There was a bottle of pills in my bag for this, but until I had pain they wouldn’t help. I…

Sans and I crossed the street to the parking garage, and I led the way up the stairs and to my car. He stared at the vehicle while I pulled my keys from my shoulder bag. “You have a car?” he asked. I unlocked the doors with a nod, confused by his confusion. “Yeah?” “Why…

Saturday night. Ten-forty-seven. I leaned against the door as I locked it behind us, sighing with relief. I slowly peeled myself away from the frame and kicked off my shoes. I was so done. Except I wasn’t. With a groan I dragged myself to the kitchen to do an inventory. I checked the list on the…

Sans and I fell into routine. Or, rather, I returned to my routine and Sans followed along as my skeletal shadow. Every day was more or less the same. Wake up way too early, rush to get ready. Run around the city doing low skill, low pay jobs. Sans napped during my breaks. Grab lunch at Solar’s…

When it came to humans, Sans hadn’t expected much. After living life on repeat at the hands of a human child he didn’t have the greatest opinion of the species. Four years of living on the Surface hadn’t improved his opinion. Monsters were made of love, hope, and compassion. Sans had a theory that humans…

I dreamt of nothing. Nothing so thick I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. There was no movement, no sensation at all. I was suffocating, but there was no need to breathe. I couldn’t see, but everything was inky blackness and blinding light. I couldn’t feel, but I was being compressed and…

I was drunk. Not the most I had ever been. I wasn’t wasted or blacked out, but I was definitely well into drunk territory. Grillby had kept my glass filled. He kept increasing the ice as he lowered the amount of alcohol. He also made sure to intersperse the liquor with glasses of water. He was nice. Apollo…

My drive back from the suburbs was far less careful and far more enraged than my drive out. I spent most of it ranting about exactly how fucked up monster – no any – slavery was. How especially fucked up it was that my mother now owned a slave. She knew about my complete and utter breakdown when the slavery laws passed. She knew I had cried so hard I…